The Sea Is A Collector, Quick To

... We Do Not Admire What We Cannot Understand.

Not Till The Poets Among Us Can Be "literalists Of The Imagination"-above Insolence And Triviality And Can Present For Inspection, "imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them." Shall We Have It.

Poetry Is All Nouns And Verbs.

We Prove, We Do Not Explain, Our Birth.

Beauty Is Everlasting And Dust Is For A Time.